"MOTHER!" Rory called sweetly up the stairs, with a hint of sarcasm in her
voice. She tapped her foot impatiently, the click of the saddle shoe
against the ground echoing throughout the house.
"Yes, yes, my sweet patient angel, I know!" Lorelai replied, dashing down the stairs, pulling on a black jacket over her maroon dress.
"You know, I find it rather amusing that I am the one who will be late because of YOUR forgetfulness?" Rory asked wryly.
"It's not my fault I had to take the car in for an oil change."
"But it's your fault you didn't tell me!"
"Why do you need the car today again?"
Rory sighed, "For the millionth time, I have to go to the library after school to get books for my paper."
"Right, right, right." Lorelai smiled, emerging from the kitchen with two travel mugs full of coffee.
"Let's go let's go!" Rory instructed her mother, running out the door.
"Drive on, chauffer."
"You look happy," Jess said sarcastically as Rory threw herself onto a stool at the counter and started banging her head against the table.
"I. Hate. My. Life." She moaned, punctuating each word with a thump on the counter.
"Anything else you'd like to share?" Jess asked, setting a mug of coffee down in front of the distraught Rory.
"Just that you are a God and deserve to be worshipped by many women and by all lesser beings," Rory murmured as she inhaled the coffee.
"Will you be one of those worshippers?" Jess asked without a hint of joking in his voice.
"Am I a lesser being?" Taunted Rory.
"No, I suppose not," Jess mused.
Luke came over and watched with interest as Rory started whimpering pathetically then banging her fists on the table.
"Don't give her any more coffee," Luke instructed Jess, removing the pot from Jess's hand.
"NOOOOO!" Lorelai cried, running from the door and leaning over the counter. "Gimme gimme gimme!"
"Lorelai, take care of your daughter, then you can have some decaf," Luke said. Lorelai turned her head to look at Rory.
She shrugged, saying "She'll be fine. I need coffee. I had a bad day."
A snort came from Rory's direction.
"What?" Lorelai asked indignantly.
"You had a bad day? YOU HAD A BAD DAY?" Rory cried. "I had a bad day."
Lorelai looked at her, a twinkle in her eyes, "We can't both have a bad day?"
"No. You'll steal my thunder," whined Rory, draining the last liquid out of her coffee cup. She slammed it heavily on the table and demanded, "More."
"No," Luke said firmly.
Lorelai smiled devilishly, "Luuuuuukkkkkkkeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!"
"Don't start that with me"
"Hey everybody!" Lorelai called to the patrons of the diner. "Look at Lukey!"
"Lorelai."
"Oh baby LUKEY!"
"Fine. Take your damn coffee." Luke conceded, setting the pot down and storming away.
Lorelai reached for it, but Rory swatted her hand away. "Mine."
"Aren't we touchy?" Lorelai asked, letting Rory pour the coffee into her mug then taking it from her. "Jess, can I have a mug?"
Jess grabbed one from the shelf and set it down in front of Lorelai.
*Why'd she have to interrupt? Rory and I were talking.* He thought desolutely. Jess took a rag and become wiping down a nearby table, trying not to be obvious as he listened to Rory and her mother's conversation.
"Rory?" Lorelai asked as Rory suddenly set the mug down and let out a low moan. "Something the matter?"
"No, Mom, everything's fine!" Rory sighed. "Everything's just plain peachy."
"Alright, I'm going to assume that was sarcasm. What's up?"
Rory took a breath and started on her rampage, "I was hardly even late to class, but of course Paris had to make a big deal out of the fact that I came in after the bell. She's so mad that I got a better grade on the creative writing paper then she did and she's seeking revenge. So I got a detention from Ms. Collins! THEN my locker stuck before last period, so I was late to that class, which adds another detention to the one I already have. I didn't have to serve today, but I will next week and knowing Headmaster Charleston when he finds out I have two detentions for being late he'll move it up to a whole week to teach me a lesson." Rory paused for a break, taking a sip of the drink in front of her. "So after class I was already in a bad mood, and I was ready just to go home but I really needed books for my paper, except when I got to the library, guess who was there?" Lorelai opened her mouth to guess but Rory didn't give her half a chance. "PARIS! As my luck insists, she picked the exact same topic as me, and got all the books on it. So I spent an hour attempting to come up with a new and original topic, but I couldn't so I couldn't even get any books."
"I'm so sorry, babe—" Lorelai started, but she was denied the opportunity to speak.
"I'm not done! Then, on the way home, I get cut off by a speeding sports car, and it almost runs me into a ditch, but the time I get it righted, I'm going fast and I get pulled over by a cop!"
"You didn't!"
"No, I really didn't, but I did get run off the road and then when I got home I came straight here, and I ran into Dean and he can't come over tonight because of some family thing."
Rory put her head on the table and started banging it again.
"Whoa, baby," Lorelai cautioned her, holding her head steady so she couldn't bang it any more, saying "Believe me, the walls at home are much more fun."
"I'll keep that in mind," sighed Rory. "So what went wrong in your day?"
"Umm…Michel was a French snob?" Lorelai said guiltily.
"I envy you," Rory sighed, and they signaled Jess for more coffee.
"Yes, yes, my sweet patient angel, I know!" Lorelai replied, dashing down the stairs, pulling on a black jacket over her maroon dress.
"You know, I find it rather amusing that I am the one who will be late because of YOUR forgetfulness?" Rory asked wryly.
"It's not my fault I had to take the car in for an oil change."
"But it's your fault you didn't tell me!"
"Why do you need the car today again?"
Rory sighed, "For the millionth time, I have to go to the library after school to get books for my paper."
"Right, right, right." Lorelai smiled, emerging from the kitchen with two travel mugs full of coffee.
"Let's go let's go!" Rory instructed her mother, running out the door.
"Drive on, chauffer."
"You look happy," Jess said sarcastically as Rory threw herself onto a stool at the counter and started banging her head against the table.
"I. Hate. My. Life." She moaned, punctuating each word with a thump on the counter.
"Anything else you'd like to share?" Jess asked, setting a mug of coffee down in front of the distraught Rory.
"Just that you are a God and deserve to be worshipped by many women and by all lesser beings," Rory murmured as she inhaled the coffee.
"Will you be one of those worshippers?" Jess asked without a hint of joking in his voice.
"Am I a lesser being?" Taunted Rory.
"No, I suppose not," Jess mused.
Luke came over and watched with interest as Rory started whimpering pathetically then banging her fists on the table.
"Don't give her any more coffee," Luke instructed Jess, removing the pot from Jess's hand.
"NOOOOO!" Lorelai cried, running from the door and leaning over the counter. "Gimme gimme gimme!"
"Lorelai, take care of your daughter, then you can have some decaf," Luke said. Lorelai turned her head to look at Rory.
She shrugged, saying "She'll be fine. I need coffee. I had a bad day."
A snort came from Rory's direction.
"What?" Lorelai asked indignantly.
"You had a bad day? YOU HAD A BAD DAY?" Rory cried. "I had a bad day."
Lorelai looked at her, a twinkle in her eyes, "We can't both have a bad day?"
"No. You'll steal my thunder," whined Rory, draining the last liquid out of her coffee cup. She slammed it heavily on the table and demanded, "More."
"No," Luke said firmly.
Lorelai smiled devilishly, "Luuuuuukkkkkkkeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!"
"Don't start that with me"
"Hey everybody!" Lorelai called to the patrons of the diner. "Look at Lukey!"
"Lorelai."
"Oh baby LUKEY!"
"Fine. Take your damn coffee." Luke conceded, setting the pot down and storming away.
Lorelai reached for it, but Rory swatted her hand away. "Mine."
"Aren't we touchy?" Lorelai asked, letting Rory pour the coffee into her mug then taking it from her. "Jess, can I have a mug?"
Jess grabbed one from the shelf and set it down in front of Lorelai.
*Why'd she have to interrupt? Rory and I were talking.* He thought desolutely. Jess took a rag and become wiping down a nearby table, trying not to be obvious as he listened to Rory and her mother's conversation.
"Rory?" Lorelai asked as Rory suddenly set the mug down and let out a low moan. "Something the matter?"
"No, Mom, everything's fine!" Rory sighed. "Everything's just plain peachy."
"Alright, I'm going to assume that was sarcasm. What's up?"
Rory took a breath and started on her rampage, "I was hardly even late to class, but of course Paris had to make a big deal out of the fact that I came in after the bell. She's so mad that I got a better grade on the creative writing paper then she did and she's seeking revenge. So I got a detention from Ms. Collins! THEN my locker stuck before last period, so I was late to that class, which adds another detention to the one I already have. I didn't have to serve today, but I will next week and knowing Headmaster Charleston when he finds out I have two detentions for being late he'll move it up to a whole week to teach me a lesson." Rory paused for a break, taking a sip of the drink in front of her. "So after class I was already in a bad mood, and I was ready just to go home but I really needed books for my paper, except when I got to the library, guess who was there?" Lorelai opened her mouth to guess but Rory didn't give her half a chance. "PARIS! As my luck insists, she picked the exact same topic as me, and got all the books on it. So I spent an hour attempting to come up with a new and original topic, but I couldn't so I couldn't even get any books."
"I'm so sorry, babe—" Lorelai started, but she was denied the opportunity to speak.
"I'm not done! Then, on the way home, I get cut off by a speeding sports car, and it almost runs me into a ditch, but the time I get it righted, I'm going fast and I get pulled over by a cop!"
"You didn't!"
"No, I really didn't, but I did get run off the road and then when I got home I came straight here, and I ran into Dean and he can't come over tonight because of some family thing."
Rory put her head on the table and started banging it again.
"Whoa, baby," Lorelai cautioned her, holding her head steady so she couldn't bang it any more, saying "Believe me, the walls at home are much more fun."
"I'll keep that in mind," sighed Rory. "So what went wrong in your day?"
"Umm…Michel was a French snob?" Lorelai said guiltily.
"I envy you," Rory sighed, and they signaled Jess for more coffee.